A few reed flowers float clean, and the sunset lake in Bangan Mountain is low.
There are thousands of frost spots on the heron flying over Rocky, and fish weave a stream of waves and silks.
It's a pleasure to have a fishing platform to carry autumn scenery across the west of the city.
I think this poem about scenery is good. Personally, I especially like the first sentence. Please make good use of it and forget to adopt it.